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VIXEN By Miss M. . Braddcn.

This Is a serial' of peculiar charm and interest, covering the experience of a prudent and Independent young creature with a somewhat foolish mother. The latter marries a second time, accepting as a husband a handsome military adventurer who had already proposed to the daughter. Mother and child are consequently constantly at sword's points, and a cruel step-father comes into the field. It is a three-cornered contest in which , "Vixen," the delightful heroine of the story, weds finally the man of her choice. The 'romance Is a well-rounded one, replete with fascinating incidents and strong wholesome plot

CHAPTER I. The moon had newly risen, a late October moon, a pale silvery crescent, above the dark pine spires in the thicket through which Roderick Vawdrey came, gun in hand, after a lcng day's rabbit shooting. "I wonder whether I'm too late to catch her?" speculated Roderick, shifting hi3 bag from one shoulder to the other. "She's no end of fun." Mr. Vawdrey Lad not waited more than ten minutes when there came the thud of hoofs upon the soft track, a flash of gray in the distance, something flying over those forky branches sprawling across the way, then a halfsweet, half-shrill call, like a bird, at which the keeper's children scattered themselves like a brood of scared chickens, and now a rush, and a gray pony shooting suddenly Into the air and coming down on the othtr side of the gate, as if he were a new kind of skyrocket "What do you think of that, Rorie?" cried the shrill, sweet voice of the gray pony's rider "a clean jump, eh?" "I'm ashamed of you. Vixen," said Roderick. She was a slim little thing, in a short Lincoln-green habit She had a small, pale face, brown eyes thati sparkled with life and mischief, and a rippling mass of reddish-auburn hair falling down her back under a coquettish little felt hat "And you'ie overdue at Oxford, too, aren't you?" cried Vixen, laughing; "you're always due somewhere never In the right place. But whether you are due or not, you're coming up to the stables with me to give Titmouse his apples, and then you're coming to dine with us on your last night at home. I insist upon It; papa insists; mamma insists we all insist" "My last night at home, Vix,".he said, remonstrantly; "I really ought to dine with my mother." "Mamma," cried Vixen, half an hour later, flinging aside a tapestry portiere and bouncing Into the drawing-room, "here's Roderick; asd he's come to dinner, and you must excuse his shooting dress, please; I'm sure pa will." "Certainly, my dear Violet," replied a gentle voice from the fire-lit dimne&i near the velvet-curtained hearth. "Of course I am always glad to see Mr. Vawdrey when your pap3 asks him. Where did you meet the squire, Roderick?" "Upon my wo.-d, Mrs. Tempest," faltered Rorie, coming slowly forward into the ruddy glow, "I feel quite awfully ashamed of myself; I've been rabbltBhootlng and I'm a most horrid object It wasn't the squire asked me. It was Vixen." "It was Rorie's last night, you see, mamma," apologized Vixen, "and I knew you and papa would like him to come." Vixen made a pirouette on her neat little morocco-toed shoes and whisked herself out of the room, leaving Roderick Vawdrey to make the best of his existence for the next twenty minutes with the two women he always found It most difficult to get on with, Mrs. Tempest and Miss McCroke. The logs broke into a crackling blaze just at this moment and lighted up that luxurious hearth and the two figures beside it It was the prettiest thing Imaginable in the way of a drawing-room, that spacious, low-ceiled chamber In the Abbey House. "I think 111 go to the gentlemen's room and make myself decent before the second bell rings," he said finally. "Do," assented Mrs. Tempest; and the young man fled. He had only time to' scramble through a hurried toilet, and was still feeling very doubtful as to the parting of his short, crisp hair when the gong boomed out its friendly summons. The gentlemen's room opened out from the hall. Mr. Tempest was standing In front of the log fire, pulling Vixen's auburn hair. The girl had put on a picturesque brown velvet frock. A scarlet sash was tied loosely around her willowy waist and a scarlet ribbon held back the loose masses of her bright hair. "A study In red and brown," thought Rorie, a3 th fire glow lit up the pic ture of the squire in his huniing-dress and the girl in her warm velvet gown. "Rorie Is going up tomorrow not in a balloon, but to Magdalen College, Oxford üo as this was his last night I made him come to dinner," explained Vixen, presently. "I hope I didn't do wrong." "Rorie knows he's always welcome The filberts, bloomy purple grapes and ruddy pippins and yellow William pears had gone their rounds all home produce and had ,been admired and praised, when the butler came in with a letter on a salver and brought it, with muffled footfall and solemn visage, as of one who carried a death warrant, to Roderick Vawdrey. "My mother." he faltered. It was a large and handsome letter with a big red seal. "May I?" asked Rorie, with a trou bled visage, and having received his host and hostess assent broke the seal. "Dear Roderick Is It quite kind of you to absent yourself on this, your last night at home? I feel very sure that this will find you at the Abbey House, and I send the brougham at a venture. Be good enough to come home at once. The Dovedales arrived at Ashbourne quite unexpectedly this afternoon and are dining with me on purpose to seo you before you go back to Oxford. If your own good feeling did not urge you to spend this last evening with me, I wonder that Mr, and Mrs. Tempest were not kind enough to suggest to you which way your duty lay. Yours, anxiously, Jane Vawdrey." Roderick crumpled the letter with an angry look. That fling at the Tempests hit him hard. Why was it that his mother was always so ready to find fault with these chosen friends of als? "Anything wrong, Rorie?" asked ths guire. "Nothing; exctpt that th Povedals

are dining wILh my mother and I'm to go home directly." "If you please, ma'am, Master Vawdrey's servant has come for him," said Vixen, mimicking the style of announcement at a juvenile party. "It's quite too bad, Rorie," she went on; "I had made up my mind to beat you at pyramids; but I dare say you're very glad to have the chance of seeing your pretty cousin before you leave Hampshire." But Rorie shook his head dolefully, made his adieus and departed. CHAPTER II. Somewhat to his surprise, and much to his delight, Roderick Vawdrey escaped that maternal lecture which he was wont undutifully to describe as a "wigging." He went to Oxford, travelled abroad, and came home in time to celebrate his majority at a grand party. It was a very grand party In the way of blue blood, landed estates, diamonds, lace, satin and velvet, and self-importance. All the magnates of the soil within accessible distance of Briarwood had assembled to do honor to Rorie's coming of age. The dlningtables had been arranged in a horseshoe, so as to accommodate seventy people in a room which, in its everyday condition, would not have been too large for thirty. There was a moderate and endurable amount of speechifying. The Duke of Dovedale assured his friends that this was one of the proudest moments of his life; and that if Providence had permitted a son of his own to attain his majority, he could have hardly felt more deeply than he felt today. He had known this young man from childhood, and had er um never found him guilty of a mean actionor discovered in him a thought unworthy of an English gentleman. It was past midnight when the Tempest carriage drove through the dark rhododendron shrubberies up to the old Tudor porch. There was a great pile of logs burning in the hall giving the homecomers cheery welcome. There was an antique silver spirit stand with its accompaniments on one little tabl for the squire, and there was another little table on the opposite side of the hearth for Mrs. Tempest with a dainty tea service sparkling and shining in the red glow. A glance at these arrangements would have told you that there were old servants at the Abbey House servants who know their master's and mistress' ways. "How nice!" said the lady, with a contented sigh. "Pauline has thought of my cup of tea." "And Forbes has net forgotten my roda water," remarked the squire. Hush,- what Is this creeping down the old oak staircase? A slender white figure, with cloudy hair, a small, pale face, and two dark eyes shining with Excitement; little feet in brack velvet slippers tripping lightly upon the polished oak. i "Bless my soul and body!" cried the squire, "what's this?" A gush of girlish laughter was his only answer. "Vixen!" "Did you take me for a ghost, papa?" cried Violet, descending the last five stairs with a flying leap, and then bounding across the hall to perch, $;ht as a bird, "upon her father's knee. "Did I ieally frighten you?" "Well, upon my word. Vixen, I was just the least olt staggered. Your little white figure looked like something uncanny against the black cak balustrades, half in light, half in shadow." "How nice!" exclaimed Violet "But, my dear Violet, what can have induced you to come downstairs at such an hour?" asked Mrs. Tempest, in an aggrieved voice. "I want to hear all about the party, mamma," answered Vixen, coaxingly. "Do you think I could sleep a wink on the night of Rorie's coming of age? I heard the joy-bells ringing In my ears all night" "That was very ridiculous," said Mrs. Tempest, "for there were no joybells after 11 o'clock yesterday." "But they rang all the same, mamma. It was no use burying my head in the pillows; those bells only rang the louder. Ding-dong, dingdong, dell, Rorie's come of age; dingdong, dell, Rorie's twenty-one. Then I thought of the speeches that would be made, and I fancied that I could hear Rorie speaking. Did he make a good speech, papa?" "Capital, Vix; the only one that was worth hearing. He looked as handsome a young fellow as you need wish to set eyes on." "My dear Edward," remonstrated Mrs. Tempest, languidly, "do you think It is quite wise to encourage Violet in that kind of talk? He was very devoted to his cousin all the evening. I believe they are engaged to be married." "Mamma," exclaimed Vixen, start Ing up from her reclining attitude upon her father's shoulder, and looking Intently at the speaker: "Rorie engaged to Lady Mabel Ashbourne!" "So I am told," replied Mrs. Tempest "It will be a splendid match for him." The prettx chestnut head dropped back into its old place upon the squire's shoulder, and Violet answered never a word. "Past two o'clock," cried her mother. "This is really too dreadful. Come, Violet, you and I must go upstairs at any rate.' "Well all go," slid the squire. Vixen locked h ir door and threw herself downward on the carpet, sobbing as if her heart would break. Rorie was going to be married. Her little kingdom had been overturned by a revolution, her little world had crumbled all to pieces. Till tonight she had been a queen in her own mind, and her kingdom had been Rorie, her subjects' had begun and ended in Rorie. All was over. He belonged to some one else. Had she ever thought that a t'me might come when he would be something more to her than playfellow and frftnd? No, never. The young bright

mind was too childishly simple for any such foresight or calculation. She had only thought that he was in some wise her property, and would be so till the end of both their lives. He was hers, and he was very fond of her, and she tr. ought him a rather absurd young fellow, and looked down upon htm from the altitude of her childish womanliness. "And to think that he should never have told me he was going to be engaged to her!" she said. "He must have been fond of her from the very beginning; and he never said a word; aLd he let me think he rather liked me or at least tolerated me. And how could he like two people who are the very antipodes of each other? If he is fond of her, he must detest me. If he respects her, he must despise me." The thought of such treachery rankled deep in the young, warm heart Vixen started up to her feet, and stood in the midst of the fire lit room, with clinched fists, like a young fury. Violet Tempest had a heart to feel deeply, too deeply for perfect peace, or that angelic softness which seems to us most worthy in woman the power to suffer and be patient (To be Continued.) Those Days and Oars. "I really do not see," said an old lady who In spite of her seventy year takes an active and lively interest in present-day foibles, "but that the ways of our days and the ways of your days balance pretty evenly," says the New York Sun. "You tear up your letters the moment you get them, and are in consequence always losing addresses, while we kept carefully everything the mall brought us and so had such full desks that we could never find Addresses, and were stupidly swamped with useless letters. We may hare been downtrodden women, but we didn't know It, while you apparently are going to be emancipated whether you like it or not. I guess we did gossip about our friends' private affairs, but you buy volumes containing 400 pages of really unpleasant gossip and call it modern literature. No, I think on the whole the balance is even, for though we had simple tastes (even In husbands), not to mention good manners and kindliness, all of which have since gone out of style, you have humor and automobiles. And I must admit that I'm enjoying the two last" Progreii of Dentistry Though dentistry became a science under the hand of Professor Richard Owen as late as 1S39, there are evidences that it was practised In a crude way by the ancients. Herodotus refers to treatment of the teeth by the Egyptians, and evidences of attempts to supply artificial teeth have been discovered in ancient skulls and mummies. Galen was the first physician to speak of the treatment of troublesome teeth, and Ambrose Farl, in his work on surgery. In 1530, makes mention of the preservation of the teeth. It is only in the last sixty years that dentistry has become a branch of surgical science, however. Before that time bad teeth were extracted, and mere tooth drawing constituted dentistry early in the nineteenth century. The first dental school In the United States was erected at Baltimore In 1S39. In 1843 Cincinnati boasted of a similar institution, and in 1S56 a dental school was erected at Philadelphia. Mexican Church Legends Queretaro was a town before thaSpanish conquest and was made a city in 1655. A legend of Queretaro. is that an Otomite chief, Fernando de Tapla by name, umiertook to convert the city to Christianity in a way that seems novel to us, but was common enough to ( his day. He cane from Tula with a challenge to the people of Queretaro to a fair stand up fight. If be won, the people surviving were to be baptized. The challenge was accepted, but while the fljht was in progress a dark cloud came up and the blessed 'Santiago was seen in the heavens with a Qery cross, whereupon the people of Queretaro gave up and were baptized. They set up a atone cross to commemorate the event on the site of the present church of Santa Cruz. There is scarcely a church in Mexico which hai not a legent of this kind attached to it Expert Flremanshlp. couple of Americans were Inspecting an . English fire station. One of them, addressing the chief ' engineer, said : "Do yon know, In New York we use a nine-Inch hose, not a paltry threeInch, such as you have here?" "Oh," replied the chief engineer, "that small hose Is for watering the station; this twelve-inch hose is what we use at fires. Besides, it saves the use of a fire escape, for when we want to send a man up to the top of a building we just place him on the top of the hose, turn the water on, and he is up ther is no time!"

"Yes," remarked one of the visitors, "but how does he get down again?" "Well," replied the engineer, "he simply places his arms around the jet and slides down. Old Scrapbook. Substitute far Celluloid. The many uses and inflammable character of celluloid have led to an active search for substitutes. The new material of C- Trocquenet a French Inventor of celludoid, asbestos and the organic matter contained Iu oyster shells. The cellulose Is obtained by treating seaweed successively with acid and alkali, and washing. The asbestos Is ground with petroleum oil, while the ground oyster shells are treated with hydrochloric acid and the insoluble residue is boiled with water, washed with weak alkaline solution, and collected on a filter. The mixtures contain from 25 to 05 parts of the cellulose, 2 to 12 parts of the oiled asbestos, and 20 to 45 parts of the oyster shell substances. The mass is treated with formaldehyde, suitably colored, and then pressed Into any form or object for which celluloid can be used. Biosart. Mozart lived thirty-seven years. Ills first mass was composed whe.i he was less than ten. years of age, and the enormous quantity of his compositions was the work of the succeeding twentyseven years. Mozart wrote forty-on symphonies, fifteen masses over thirty operas and dramatic compositions, for-ty-oco sonatas, together with an immense number of vocal and concerted pieces In almost every line of the art Precautionary Ventilation. The man who entered the smoking cat of the elevated train at Forty-third street Ft rode to the rear end and opened the doors. Then he went half way back, sat down and lighted a cigar. An icy gale blew through the car, and two or three men started for the rear doors for the purpose of closing them. "Wait a few moments, gentlemen," said the passenger sittin next to the newcomer. "This man knew what fcipd of a cigar he was going to smtffce a great deal better than we did." Chicago Tribun.

FENIMORE COOPEfc

A STORY OF CHAPTER XXVI. (Continued.) The composed features of the officer relaxed into a smile of benevolence, and he grasped the hand of the peddler firmly. I "Now. indeed, I know you ; and although the same reasons which have hitherto compelled me to expose your valuable life will still exist, and prevent my openly asserting your character, in private I can always be your friend; fail not to apply to me when in want or suffering, and so long as God giveth to me, so long will I freely share with a man who feels 60 nobly and acts so well. If sickness or want should ever assail you, and peace once more smile upon our efforts, seek the pates of him whom you have so often met as Harper, and he will not blush to acknowledge you in his true character." The officer stood for a few moments in the attitude of intense thought. He then drew to him the desk, and wrote a few lines on a piece of paper, and gave it to the peddler. "That Providence destines this country to some great and glorious fate I must believe, while I witness the patriotism that pervades the bosoms of her lowest citizens," he said. "It must be dreadful to a mind like yours to descend into the grave branded as a foe to liberty; but rou already know the lives that would be sacrificed should your real character be revealed. It is impossible, to do you justice now, but I fearlessly intrust you with this certificate ; should we never meet again, it may be serviceable to your thildren." "Children !" exclaimed the peddler, "can I gire to a family . the infamy of my name?" The officer gazed at the strong emotion he exhibited with pain, and he made a slight movement toward the gold; but it was arrested by the expression of his companion's face. Harvey saw the intention, and shook his head as he continued, more mildly : "It is, indeed, a treasure that jour excellency gives me; it is safe, too. There are men living who could say that my life was nothing to me, compared to your secrets. The paper that I told you was ,'lost, I swallowed when taken last by the Virginians. It" was the only time I ever ideceived your excellency, and it shall be ithe last; yes, this is, indeed, a treasure to me; perhap?," he continued, with a jnelalcholy smile, "it may be known after lay death who was my friend ; but if it should not there are none to grieve for me." "Remember," said the officer, with (Strong emotion, "that in me you will aljways have a secret fnen ; but openly I cannot know you." The armies of America and France were led by their '"ustrious cennnander against the enemy under Cornwallis, and terminated a campaign in triumph that (had commenced in difficulties. Great Britain soon after became disgusted with the war; and the independence of the States iwas acknowledged. As years rolled by, it became a subject jof pride among the different actors in the war, and their descendants, to boast of their efforts in the cause which bad confessedly heaped so many blessings upon 'their country ; but the name of Harvey Birch died away among the multitude of agents who were thought to have labored 'in secre against the rights of their countrymen. His image, however, was often present to the mind of the powerful chief, who alone knew his true character; and several times did he cause secret inquiries to be made into the other's fate,, one of which only resulted in any success By this he learned that a peddler of a different name, but similar appearance, was toiling through the new settlements that were springing up in every direction, and that he was struggling with the advance of years and apparent poverty. Death prevented further inquiries on the part of the officer, and a long period passed before he was again heard of. cnArTEit xxvii. It was thirty-three years after the' interview which we have just related that an American army was once more arrayed against the troops iof England; but the scene was transferred from the banks of the Hudson to those of the Niagara. The body of Washington had long lain mouldering in the tomb ; but as time was fast oblitering the slight impressions of political enmity or personal envy, his name was hourly receiving new lustre, and his worth and integrity each moment became more visible, not only to his countrymen, but to the world. He was already the acknowledged hero of an age of reason and truth; and many a young heart among those who formed the pride of our army ii 1S14, was glowing with the recollection of the one great name of America, and inwardly beating with the sanguine expectation of emulating, in some degree, its renown. In no one wero these virtuous hopes more vivid than in the bosom of a young officer who stood on the table rock, contemplating the great cataract, on the evening of July 2Z of that bloody year. There was another officer standing by the side of this favored youth ; and both seemed to be gazing for the firs time at the wonder of the western world. A profound silence was observed by each, until the companion of the officer that we have described suddeny started, and pointing eagerly with his sword into the abyss beneath, exclaimed: "See ! Wharton, there is a man crossing in the very eddies of the cataract, and in a skiff no bigger than an eggshell." "He has a knapsack it is probably a soldier," returned the other. "Let us meet him at the ladder, Mason, and learn his tidings." Some time was expended in reaching the spot where the adventurer was intercepted. Contrary to the , expectations of the young soldiers, he proved to be a man far advanced in life, and evidently no follower of the camp. His years might be seventy, and they were indicated more by the thin hairs of silver that lay scattered over his wrinkled brow than by any apparent failure of his system. His dress was mean, and manifested the economy of its owner by the numbor and nature of its repairs. On his back was a scantily furnished pack. A few words of salutation, and the old man inquired the news from the contending armies. "We whipped the red-coats here the other day, among the grass on the Chippewa plains," wiid the one who was called Mason ; "since whn, we have been playing hide-and-go-seek with the ships." "Perhaps you have a son among the soldiers," said his companion, with an air of kindness; "if so, tell me his name and regimeut, and I will take you to him." The old man shook his head, and, passing his hand over his silver locks, with an air of meek resignation, he answered: "Xo ; I am alone in the world !" "iou should have added, Captain Punwoodie," cried his careless, com radr, "if you could find either; for nearly half our nrmy has marched down the road, and imaybe. by this time, under the walls of ,Fort George, for anything that we know to the contrary." The old man stopped suddenly, and looked earnestly from one of his companions to the other; the action being observed by the soldiers, they paused also. ' "Did I hear right?" the stranger uttered, raisin.; his hand to screen his eyes from the rays of the setting sun ; "what jdid he call you?" ! "My name is Wharton Dunwoodie, re1 plltd the youth, smiliog.

THE REVOLUTION The stranger motioned silently for bim to remove his hat, which the youth did accordingly, and his fair hair blew aside like curls of silk, an J opened the whole of his ingenuous countenance to the inspection of the other. " 'Tis like our native land i" exclaimed the old man. with vehemence, "improving with time God has blessed both." "Why do you stare thus, Lieutenant Mason?" cried Captain Dun woodie, laughing a little ; "you show more astonishment than when you saw the falls." "Oh, the falls! they are a thing to be looked at on a moonshiny night, by your aunt , Sarah and that gay old bachelor. Col. Singleton; but a fellow like myself never shows surprise, unless it may be at such a touch as this." The extraordinary vehemence of the stranger's manner had passed away, but he listened to this speech with deep interest, while Dunwoodie replied, a little gravely : "Come, come, Tom, no jokes about my good aunt, I beg; she is kindness itself; and I have heard it whispered that her youth was not altogether happy." i "Why, as to rumor," said Mason, "there goes one that Col. Singleton offers himself to her regularly every Valentine's day ; and there are some who add, that your old great-aunt helps his suit." "Aunt Jeanette!" said Dunwoodie, laughing ; "dear good soul, she thinks but little of marriage in any shape, I believe, since the death of Dr. Sitgreaves." The conversation was interrupted by sudden and heavy explosions of artillery, which were immediately followed by con'tis like our native land." tinued volleys of small arms, and in a few minutes the air was filled with the tumult of a warm and well-contested battle. The two soldiers hastened with precipitation toward the camp, accompanied by their new acquaintance. Captain Dunwoodie threw several friendly glances at the old man, who moved over the ground with astonishing energy for his years. In a short time they joined the regiment to which the officers belonged, when the captain, squeezing the stranger's hand, earnestly begged that he would make inquiries after him on the following morning, and that he might see him in his vn tent. Here they separated. Everything in the American camp annourced an approaching struggle. At a distance of a few miles the sound of cannon and musketry was heard above the roar of the cataract. The troops were soon in motion. Night ,had set in before the reserve and irregulars reached the foot of Lundy's Lane, a road that diverged from the river and crossed a conical eminence, at no greater distance from the Niagara highway. The summit of this hill was crowned with the cannon of the British, and in the flat beneath was the remnant of Scott's gallant brigade, which for a long time- had held an unequal conttet with distinguished bravery. A new line was interposed, and one column of the Americans directed to charge up the hill, parallel to the road. This column took the, English in flank, and, bayoneting their artillerists, gained possession of the cannon. They were immediately joined by their comrades, and the' enemy was swept from the hill. Repeated and bloody charges were made to recover the guns, but in all they were repulsed with slaughter. During the last of these struggles the ardor of the youthful captain urged him to lead his men some distance in advance, to scatter a daring' party of the enemy. He succeeded, but in returning to the line missed his lieutenant from the station that he ought to have occupied. Soon after this repulse, which was the last, orders were given to the shattered troops to return to the camp. The British were nowhere to be seen, and preparations were made to take in such of the wounded as could be moved. At this moment Wharton Dunwoodie, impelled by affection for his friend, seized a lighted fusee, and taking two of his men, went himself in quest of his body, where he was supposed to have fallen. Mason was found on the side of the hill, but unable to walk from a fractured leg. Dunwoodie saw and flew to the side of his comrade, exclaiming: "Ah! dear Tom, I knew I should find you the nearest man to the enemy." "Softly, softly; handle me tenderly," replied the lieutenant; "there is a brave fellow still neaier than mself. He rushed out of our smoke, near my platoon, to make a prisoner or some such thing, but, poor fellow, he never came back ; there he lies just over the hillock. I have spoken to him several times, but I fancy he is past answering." Dunwoodie went to the spot, and to his astonishment beheld the aged stranger. "It is the old man!" cried the youth; "lift him, and let him be carried in ; his bo ies shall rest on native soil." ' The men approached to obey. He was lying on his bak, with h'va face exposed to the glaring light of the fusee ; his eyes were closed, as if in slumber; his lips, sunken with years, were slightly moved from their natural position, but it seemed more like l smile than a convulsion which had caused the change. A soldier's musket lay near him ; his hands were pressed upon his breast, and one of them contained a substance that glistened like silver. Dunwoodie stooped, and removing the linjbs. perceived the place where the bullet had found a passage to his heart. The subject of his last care was a tin box, through which the fatal lead had gone ; and the djing moments of the old man must have passed in drawing it from his bosom. Dunwoodie opened it, and found a paper in which, to his astonishment, he read the fallowing: "Circumstances of political importance, which involve the lives and fortunes of many, have hitherto kept secret what this paper now reveals. Harvey Birch has for years been a faithful and unrequited servant of his country. Though a man does not, may God reward him for his conduct! GEO. WASHINGTON." It was the Spy of the Neutral Ground, who died ns he had lived, devoted to his country, and a martyr to her liberties. (The End.) Glad He' Living:. Mrs. Crlmsonbeak This paper says a normal man breathes 20,000 times in the course of one day. Mr. Crlmsonbeak Yes, my dear; that Is his privilege while the women art talking. Yonkers Statesman.

THE BOOMING CANNON

RECITALS OF CAMP AND BATTLE INCIDENTS. Survivors of the Rebellion Relate Many Amnilne and Startling: Incidents of Marche, Comp Life, Foraging; Experiences and Battles. But a remnant of the Grand Army marched In the rain at Saratoga when the parade was formed for the national encampment march. Illinois led the way, and there were some thousands of comrades who refused to turn back when the shower turned into deluge, but it was the shortest and thinnest line. It is said, ever seen In the annual parade. I wonder how many of the veterans In line, or looking on, thought of the weary marches In the rain during their fighting days in Dixie. The civilian, thinking of war and Its hardships, dwells mostly upon the battles, with their terrors and sufferings. Almost any old soldier will say that the long marches in heat and dust, mud and rain, were fully as trying as any other feature of soldiering. And the long days In camp, waiting, these were also wearisome in the extreme to officers and men. Gen. Carl Schurz wrote the story of als adventurous life before he died, and It has been appearing In McClure's Magazine. In the September number he described a march In the rain, taken by his-division during the Knoxvllle campaign. To veterans It is an old story, but they enjoy an occasional reminiscence I am told. And It will do others good, this little picture of an episode in the four years of struggle which we have agreed to call the civil war. Following are extracts from Gen. Schurz article: "Our march was unusually difficultWe passed through a hilly country. The roads In many places were dry, washed out beds of mountain torrents, full of bowlders, large and small. The artillery horses could not possibly pull their pieces and caissons over these obstacles, and infantry detachments were called upon to help artillerymen lift their guns and appurtenances over the rocks. This had to be repeated several times during the march. "My troops having been on their feet from early morning," he continues, "and having marched under the difficulties described, were tired beyond measure. They Just dragged themselves along." Just as camp was being made, after this wearying day, Gen. Schurz received orders to proceed Immediately and without loss of time three more miles to a camp which had been assigned to him. There was no combatting the Imperative order, tb-3 bugler sounded the slgnaL and there arose something like a groan from the division bivouac. The story then describes the march, which proceeded through a severe thunder storm. . "The rain came down In sheets like a cloudburst, driving right Into our faces. In a few minutes we were all drenched to the skin. I wore a stout cavalry cape, well lined with flannel, over my uniform. In an incredibly short time I felt the cold water trickle down my body. My riding boots were soon full to overflowing. "One may Imagine the sorry plight of the poor fellows In rags. They had to suffer, too, not only from the water coming down from above, but also from water coming from below. "We were again passing through a hilly district. The road ran along the bottom of a deep valley with high ridges on each side. From these the rain water rushed down In streams, transforming the road Into a swelling torrent, the water reaching up to the knees of the men, rnd higher. "Meanwhile the taunder was rolling, the lightning flashing, and the poor sol diers stumbling over unseen bowlders under the water and venting their choler in wild Imprecations." "The prescribed camping place was on both sides of the road In plowed fields. "There was water from the rain standing In the furrows, and the ridges were softened Into thick mire. There my men were to camp. The men could not stretch themselves out on the ground because It was covered or soaked with water. They had to sit down on their knapsacks, If they had any, or on their heels, and try to catch some sleep In that position. "About midnight the wind shifted and blew bitterly cold from the north, so bitterly. Indeed, that after a while our outer garments began to freeze on our bodies. I thought I could hear the men's teeth chatter. I am sure mine did. There we sat, now and then dropping Into a troubled doze, waiting for day." Chicago Journal. Our Xarnl History. ' The record of the American navy begins with the exploits of privateers who during the revolutionary war decimated the British merchant irnarine. Engaged in military and naval enter prises In all parts of the world, En gland at that time could not spare the ships required to shut our vessels from the seas. Notable American successes In this period were gained by John I'aul Jones, a Scotchman, who. happen ing to be in Virginia in 1775, took serv lee in the colonial navy. Commanding the Providence, of twelve guns, he cruised between the Bermudas and Gut of Canso, and In slxk weeks made six teen prizes. His subsequent captures broke up the fisheries of Cape Breton. In 1777, having command of the Ranger, he harassed the coasting trade of Scotland and captured the Drake, a sloop jsuperJor to the Bangor In force. Two years later, with n squadron of five vessels, including the Bon Homme Uichard, of fifty guns, be captured twenty-six vessels ol? the English coast within a month, and on September 23, 1779, off Flamborougb, took the Sera pis, of fifty guns, and Countess of Scar borough, of twenty-two guns, after a Jcsperate engagement. The ships Uichard and Serapls were lasbod together and the fight was to a finish. As the Uichard and nearly all her crew were obtained in France, the victory gave Jones as much renown In that country as In the colonies. The war of 1812, if not so creditable to our arnij-, gave great glory to the American navy, which worsted British ships in nearly every engagement. At the beginning of the war the American navy was held in great contempt, and few British vessels were kept on this side of the Atlantic. British officers, intoxicated by their comparatively easy victories over the French, Dutch, Portuguese and Spanish, attacked Ameri can ships, regardless of disparity in

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conceit In August, 1812, the American fiigate Essex captured the British sloop Alert; later In the same month the frigate Constitution captured the Guerriere; in October the sloop Wasp captured the brig Frolic, and the fri gate United States captured the Mace donian. In December the Constitution captured the frigate Java. During this first year of the war American priva teers took no less than 300 British prizes. On Lake Erie, in September, 1813, Commodore Perry, with a fleet of nine vessels, carrying fifty-four guns, captured, after a fierce engagement, a British fleet of six vessels, carrying sixty-three guns. Earlier lu the year the American sloop Hornet captured the British brig Peacock. The frigate Chesapeake, however, having attacked the British frigate Shannon off Boston harbor, was herself taken, notwlthstanstandlng Lawrence's dying order to his crew, "Don't give up the ship." In 1814 this loss was made good by Macdonough's victory In the battle of Lake Champlain, when the whole Brit ish squadron was captured. There were other victories which were balanced by defeats. 'The Essex, for example, the Frolic and President were taken by British vessels, but the Peacock, the Wasp, the Constitution and Hornet effected captures of Brltlsb vessels. The war of 1812 showed that American vessels, size for size, were superior to the British In discipline, in equipment, In gunnery and In the spirit of their crews. The civil war gave rise to some notable engagements, such, for example, as the fight In Hampton Koads between the Merrimac and the Monitor, the battle In Mobile bay and the combat between the Alabama and the Kearsarge In the British channel, the two latter being In favor of the Union ships. The victory of the Monitor, though not decisive, is famous as having been the first engagement between ironclads. Various European governments had before 1802 begun to place armor upon warships, but the engagement In Hampton Roads speeded the movement so that at present all battleships and most Important cruisera now possess a covering of Iron or steel to protect them from hard knocks. The Investment of England In her present navy Is some $500,000,000 a mere speculation, acocrdlng to some authorities, as no one knows what her ships are worth. The world, as a whole, has some $1,250,000,000 Invested Iu metallic ships. Baltimore Sun. "Unknown U. S. Soldier." "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." The hot sky would split with the uproai That day when they fought; This rest in the stillness and shadow Gives time for long thought ; He must think of one strange revelation, One thrilling surprise It is better to think with cool darkness Laid over your eyes. Time enough for deep thought while the branches With winter are dumb; When the great sun swings far to th northward And summer has come; He lies hushed with the wonderful knowledge He holds in his breast And the bright flag droops always above him ' To honor "his rest. Rough and reckless and headstrong and violent, . Tingling with life, Charmed once by the call of the drums And the sound of the fife ' That day when they waited and waited And knew they mast die, Where was comfort for him, where wai help Beneath the hot sky? ) All the life beating strong in his body Revolted, out-cried Against dying; no courage or passion But only his pride Sent him on with the others, despairing And hating it all, And faint with sick horror at seeing them Stumble and fall. Far out on the crest of the battle, Up, up toward the death "To die for one's country is sweet !" he remembered, And then, out of breath. Met the jshock and the pain and the terroi Unflinching and knew In one instant's unbearable brightness It was true! It was true! S. H. Kemper in the Reader. A Most Inaplrinff Spectacle. Governor Hughes of New York pronounced the march of the 10,000 veterans who braved the rain at Saratoga recently the most Inspiring and pathetic spectacle his eyes ever beheld. It la the general testimony of every one who has watched the national Grand Army parade. Even the smaller displays of Decoration Day bring tears to the eyes of people who are not emotional on ordlna occasions. At the annual encampment t'year the veterans marched along flooded streets In a pouring rain, and they were reviewed by Governor Hughes and his staff, every man of them wet to the skin, for the wind drove the rain through the frail shelter of the reviewing stand. "When the serious consequences of that march in the rain to many of the veterans are considered," said Governor Hughes, "it Is a revelation of the courage and determination of the American people such as Is seldom seen. It was splendid. Magnificent!" Governor Hughes Is not given to extravagance, and his tribute to the plucky Grand Army men was well deserved, and It came, without doubt from his heart. Chicago Journal. Forts of Sand. A substance of universal occurrence along the seashore Is sand. It Is the material of all others which offers the greatest resistance to the penetration of projectiles. A mound of it thrown up against the masonry of our despised fort affords more protection than steel armor of many times Its value. A fort built thirty years ago can thus be converted into a material element of defense. What can be done with a vessel built thirty years ago? Our history bears testimony as to the value of these forts. Fort Sumter, three stories high, built of brick upon an artificial island in Charlestor Harbor, was attacked on April 7, 'lSG3, by Admiral Du Pont with nine ironclads. In forty minutes he was compelled to withdraw, all of his vessels being more or less disabled, and one, the Keekuk, Kinking and falling into the hands of the Confederates. Collier's Weekly. The salmon Is for short distances the swiftest swimmer of any fish. It can travel at a rate of twenty-five miles an hour. The world Is too small for, the covet ous. Latin.

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SWINDLED BV CLAinVOYAIfT. fOOO Charm to Get Rid of "Wife Falls Unhappy Farmer. In trying tf get rid of his wife, James D. Loop, a prosperous farmer near Marion, lost $000 to a clairvoyant and still has his better half. "Professor" J. Victor Kenwood, the clairvoyant is sapposed to be In Chicago. Loop and his wife had had difficulties. Loop decided it would be a good plan to have her declared insane, and went to Kenwood for dvice. Kenwood said if he had $000 he could work the charm. Loop gave him that amount and Kenwood said he would . have to wear the money in his vest pocket and go out of town to make the charm work. Loop went to his farm and Ken wood left Marion. Then Loop began, to grow suspicious. He visited the prosecutor and an affidavit was filed. The po lice now want Kenwood on a charge of grand larceny. EXCITEMEXT IN 3IARIOX. Babies Swallow Odd Objects j Parents Have Spasms i Doctor Winks. One physician, a padlock, a whistle, a coin and three children, not to mention six parents, had an interesting time in Marion for three hours the other afternoon. First the 2-year-old child of Mr. and Mrs. Murray Wetzel of Gas City swallowed a padlock. Then the daughter of Fred Glass swallowed a 5-cent piece, and, for a third circumstance, the 5-year-old son of Charles Lorin swallowed a tin whisli. The six parents are recovering from their fright, the children will recover, and the physician's frowns are giving way to a pleasant expression at the humor of it all and the probable fees. FELL DEAD IX HOG LOT. Eodr Badly Mutilated Before Discovered by Family. Christian Cottier, 7G years old, was found dead in a hog lot five miles south of Francesville. During the absence of the family the aged man is supposed to have attempted to feed the hogs, and while stooping over the fence he was seized by apoplexy or paralysis, "and fell into the lot When the family returned and discovered his body, it had been badly mutilated by the hogs. KISSES COST PASTOR HIS PLACE. Rev. John Royer Is Fonnd Guilty by Ministerial Committee. Rev. John Uoyer of Switzerland county was tried by a committee of nineteen Methodist ministers on charges of kissing a member of his congregation against her will and was suspended from the ministry for one year. The charges were preferred by the presiding elder of the circuit and were prosecuted by members of the defendant's church. Graceful Act of Fellovr Workers. Although past SO years of age, Mrs. Alena Dunfee supports herself unaided, and the other day finished a week's work at the Wabash i canning factory. She worked as fast las many women many years younger, and as a mark of their esteem all the women employed with her donated one day's pay to enable her to take a prolonged vacation. Catholics Launch Church. Six thousand visiting Catholics witnessed the laying of the corner stone of St. Patrick's church in Kokomo Sunday. Bishop Allerding of Fort Wayne presided over the ceremonies. The day marked the thirty-fifth anniversary of the pastorate of th Rev. Father Francis Jrdman. The new edifice will cost f 100,000. Banks Donble Interest Rate. Wabash banks have joined others in northern Indiana and advanced the interest on time deposits from 2 to 4 per cent. Fort Wayne pays 4 per cent and Huntington, Marion, rem, Logansport and others 3 per cent. Woman Attacked by Cow. Mrs. J. W. King of Starl.e county was probably fatally injured by a cow. The animal attacked and trampled her. She is Injured internally. Brief Etate Ilappcnlczs Frank Cone fell into St. Mary's river near Fort Wayne and was drowned. Mrs. John Kouth of Kokoaio, 40, deaf mute, was burned to death when she tried to start a fire, with kerosene. Rev. Charles Carter, a liaptist minister, has suddenly and mysteriously dis- , appeared from South Bend, and the police have been asked to find him. The Boonville City Council ordered the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company to remove its poles from the city limits within thirty days. The company has no franchise, and the action Is the result of several months' wrangling on account of rates. A municipal company is being formed. Charles Graves attempted to cross a Wabash river trestle works south of Logansport and was caught by an east-bound train. His head was cut off. His father was attracted to the scene by the crowd, but did not recognize the head as that of his son. He went home and told bis wife what had happened, and was startled by screams from her, Rayiur that she knew the body was that of their son, as his death had come to her by a premonition while spending a wakeful night awaiting the return of her son from the country. William Graberg, a farmer living sear Evansville, committed suicide by taking carbolic acid. He was despondent over financial reverses. Michael Roberts, 50 years old, whilo walking on the Rig Four railroad at Amo, was run down by a passenger train and instantly killed. He was deaf. Mrs. E. T. Raker, whose mind U thought to be unbalanced, walked from her hone in Marion to El wood ia a drenching rain. She was found at the home of her father, Thomas Mundell, and made no objections to being returned to . her husband and baby. During a crap game in a negro laborers' camp in South Vinccnnes, John Irwin, negro, was shot and killed by an unknown negro, who escaped. John Reinhardt of Rloomingtou and Miss Helen M. Lant of Evansville, both students In Indiana university, were thrown from a buggy and severely bruised, the? horse taking fright at an automobile. Frank D. Stout has filed suit against the Pennsylvania railroad for $10,000. lie charges that while employed as a section hand he was iernianently injured by a tie falling on him as it was being unloaded from a car, near Amity. While gathering buckeyes for use as charms, James Carson, aged 12, fell from a tree near Evansville and was instantly killed, his neck being broken. William Horstmeyer, a farmer, in Aboit township, hanged himself to a tree in a woods near his home. He tied a rope to a limb and jumped, dying from strangulation. He was de?iondcnt ov?r business trouble. Frank Coleman has sued the city of Logan?port for $10,000 damages. He was repairing boilers at th electric light station, and was inside of one when steam was turned on from another, and he wa he charges, permanently disabled.

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